"Nadine." Her disinterest was nothing personal. She just wasn't much of a people person these days. Which was probably all the better - she knew how she looked. Crazy. But she wasn't crazy. She was just...traumatized. Perfectly normal reaction to being chosen, stalked, manipulated and nearly raped by what was, as far as she could tell, Satan.

"Cross," she added. "Nadine Cross. Faust, huh? Like that guy who made the deal with the devil?"